In my dreams I know that I can fly But like the small birds and the free birds I can fly just like the birds on high To the freedom of the sky I can soar across the heavens How easy now it seems Like the birds I will have no cares or sorrows I the shadow, the shadows of my dreams. Chorus Ireland my Ireland It seems to me that all the leaves Are sighing in the breeze Ireland I cry for my lan-ah And it seems to me that all the leaves are gone. As I wonder through my lonely land My heart is full of pain For our people have no freedom Their imporvirished and enchained I see them fight and struggle Against the stormy hearts of men A language struggle with the people And by hunger all are slane Ireland my Ireland Banashed to a land beyond the sea.
I see a rich a rich and fertile land I feel the spirit of a nation A maiden weeps she weeps upon the harp I see tumbling towns and towers I a land of beauty and of splendour From the mountains to the seas But the wild flowers drown in sorrow In this valley, this valley filled with tears. Ireland my Ireland It seems to me that all the leaves Are sighing in the breeze Ireland I cry for my lan-ah And it seems to me that all the leaves are gone. So I fly across this lonely land I see golden fields of corn I see a land thats filled with plenty Yet the people starve and die Young Ireland now is silienced And are banashed far away The lion preys upon the people And devoures them night and day.